Melted in the cage twisted and torn In a suicidal age like stones we are born. Approaching the winter of the century Vision slaughtered by the filtering sunset Descending in the halls of the blind Terminus dawning near Withering, pa**ive links Agonizing in the age of nonsense mental inferno d**h and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent Blacking air, turning the day, wheezes are closing in Our structures condemned To enjoy emptiness Circle of repression leads to Inorganic sights of a dead screen Downfall in the resounding echo of ages - enter oblivion Eroding you'll see the fall of dignity Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Never so real d**h and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent Blacking air, turning the day, circuits are blowing with plea Melted in the cage. Twisted and torn. In a suicidal age like stones we are born Burning is the seed; the fall is your only need Eroding you'll see the fall of your dignity Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Now you hear ...and see